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❨𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕❩ thaia
"Our army has already suffered many losses on the ground for Marie de Guise." I stood next to Mary as Francis and the general talked war strategy. Seeing as Francis was dying, Mary and Francis made it there duty to have Charles and I attend every meeting. Now she asks for warships?" The general looked up, eyes moving between the king and queen.
"To secure a supply route. My mother is confident that she can drive out the English if her men are properly equipped." Mary explained to him.
"But it must be soon. Marie de Guise is unwell. If her health falters before the English are expelled, Scotland could be left without a regent." Francis spoke as the door crept open. Charles walking in, unfashionably late. He took a spot beside his brother, "Mary's throne could fall into the hands of Protestants... pawns of Elizabeth and enemies of France." Francis finished before looking to his brother. "Charles, I asked for you hours ago." The king hissed. My face flushed with embarrassment, everyone in the room was watching. Watching the soon to be king.
"I thought we were meeting in your chambers." The boy spoke nonchalantly. I bit my lip, at least he played it off well. Mary took my hand, giving it a small squeeze.
"Naval involvement is a steep escalation. Many could die battling the English at sea."
"But hasn't our navy just built two galleon warships? They'd easily overpower the English vessels." Charles piped up. A small smile crept onto my face, while Francis gave his brother a proud smile.
"The dauphin is correct. Prepare the galleons to set sail immediately." Francis ordered, kindly.
"Your Majesty, with your condition..." the general started. Upon the words Francis slammed his fist down. Startling me and the General.
"I will not have the world think that we are weak. You have your orders." Francis ordered again, this time more harshly. I let out a sigh before leaving the room, Charles following behind.
"How'd you know that?" I whispered, as we made our way down the hall. Charles jaw clenched and I immediately figured that he didn't.
"I looked at Francis notes." He muttered. My stomach sank slightly. I was hoping at least one of us would be ready to rule. It scared me, tremendously. I had no clue how Francis, Mary or my brother did it. Upon noticing the frown that washed across my face Charles grabbed my hands, dragging me into a desolate room. I took in a sharp breath. My eyes studied the patterns on my dress. "Hey, what's wrong?" Charles asked softly, taking one of his fingers to lift my chin.
"I can't do this!" I cried.
"Yes you can." Charles reassured, his hand never leaving mine. I shook my head, falling into a pit of self doubt. Being in the room with Mary and Francis as they discussed plans made it even more real.
